Valentine's Day Letter Novels & Stories

I looked at him, a little surprised. After a beat, I chuckled. "You had three days, and that's the answer you came up with? Is that supposed to be a joke?" Samuel didn't answer me. Instead, he took out a beautifully wrapped gift box. "Here's a belated Valentine's Day gift. I'm sorry, I cannot lose you."

Valentina just wanted to curl into a little ball and avoid her problems but unfortunately, she couldn't and as much as she was mad at Alexander, she still loved him too. She was not afraid to admit that this was going to be a hard time apart from him. She finished up with writing the letter and slipped it into a little pink envelope before setting it aside. Then she took a look around her room and it felt as if she was leaving home again. Alexander was her home and she was leaving him. She could also feel Shay's sadness begin but she didn't want to reach out to her for now. Valentina heard a knock at the door and turned her attention towards it, then she got up and walked to the door.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

She opened it and read the contents quickly. The letter was from Dante Riggs, written on his personal letterhead. He was inviting her to his birthday party next weekend at his private island. Under it he wrote a little note, "I'm so sorry for how things ended between us the last time. Please accept my invitation and let make it up to you." Without even looking up from the letter, Valerie handed it back to Melissa. "Send a polite rejection note," she said, her attention already returning to her computer screen. "Thank him for the invitation but decline."

“Nope. Foster homes weren’t big on hearts and flowers.” Ivy’s smile faded. “That’s depressing.” “Don’t say that,” I replied sharply. “It’s just another day.” “Maybe, but when you’re in love, it’s different,” she said, mock-swooning and placing a syrup-sticky hand over her heart. I rolled my eyes. “Well if Casey apologizes and things work out, then I might have my first valentine.” “You will,” she said. “Trust me, it's a feeling you cannot forget.”

Valenticia’s fall would be my salvation. Back in my Lovtan suite, I held on to Stefan’s letter, its folded paper from when I was 15, his scrawl tender: Haisley, you’re a friend but my heart is somewhere else. I’d stood in his family’s vineyard, my sundress blustering, and I’d told him that I loved him, and he’d smiled at me, sad, his I don’t love you breaking me like a cut. Now, he was Valenticia’s. I wadded the letter into a ball, hot tears stinging my cheeks, my fixation a flame I could not extinguish.

I promise to update more juicy details Happy Valentine's Day in advance, I hope you all enjoy the day with your loved ones. Love, Grace

He may have an idea who it was, but can it be? "Happy Valentine's Day Bitch!! I hope you'll get a boyfriend soon. If you don't ... which I'm sure you will ... you know who loves you most! I'll always be there for you, you know who this is. I love you to death!" Jan ... oh no, she didn't write anything for her. She didn't think Jan was going to send her anything. She'll just text her back and tell her how much she was her bitch too. "Hey, Hazel ... just want you to know I think your new style is awesome but you've always been awesome. Happy Valentine's day from a secret admirer."

I am in love just with the deception you have created between us. ~Arlet~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Roses are red. Violets are blue. There is only one life I want to spend with you. Carrying this card I made on valentine’s day. I rode my bike to get close to the high school to give it to him. But I couldn’t advance on the street; my feet jammed even if I practiced in front of the mirror a thousand times. Call it my nervousness or the fear of rejection, but I never gave my first letter to him.

Soft tune from the violinist still performing outside, filled the space. And beside the champagne sat a note. With trembling fingers, I picked it up. "My Cinnamon, They say Valentine's Day is manufactured, commercial, meaningless. But I disagree because today I get to celebrate loving you. Today I can show you that you are mine and I am yours. You are my first thought in the morning and my last thought before sleep. You make me smile at inappropriate times during meetings and inspire me to believe in things I once thought were fairy tales. Thank you for choosing me and for seeing beyond my mistakes to find the man who desperately wants to be worthy of you.